A Tale of Two Dates

It was the best of dates. It was the worst of dates.
A few weeks ago, I was restocking the Bikur Cholim pantry in one of the local hospitals, when a bochur walked in to get a cold drink before visiting his grandmother. He was so incredibly gorgeous ; very tall, skinny, curly brown hair, luscious blue eyes, and a real adorable smile. I just said hello, shyly. Then as fate would have it, the following Motzi Shabbos, I seen him in Shoprite, and I literally forgot my shopping list, because he was so mesmerizing .It was rather embarrassing, because I couldn’t stop looking at this astonishingly handsome guy, but we just exchanged smiles. The clincher came over the past weekend. When I ran into him again at Ocean County Mall. This time, since we were in a neutral place and no frum people were around we struck up a conversation. After a while we mutually agreed to go to a nearby movie. The new remake of Willy Wonka was playing. As a child, it was one of my favorites, and one of the only videos my father would allow in the house. This remake was drastically different, although to be honest, I barely saw the movie. Yossi was a little bit too frisky for my tastes, but he was so devastatingly cute, I felt paralyzed. .In fact, I thought that I drank too much soda and didn’t make it to the lady’s room in time. I realized later, that (blush) , that wasn’t the case. After the movie we went for ice-cream and had a very nice conversation.
A week or so ago, I had a very different sort of date. Several months of information checks that would make the recruiters at the human resources dept green with envy, went into setting it up. Dovid (not his real name), picked me up at my house. This bochur didn’t exactly make young girls drool, but I always endeavor to be open-minded. Whereas, Yossi had a sweetness about him, Dovid was very arrogant and a tad bit obnoxious. We went to B&N, a nice shidduch place, I suppose. Anyway, after waiting on line in the Café, for like half an hour, and playing another round of the “I’m frummer then you game”, we opted to just walk back and forth in front of the stores.. Finally, we settled for sodas, nearby. I haven’t felt so awkward and uncomfortable in a long time, as the conversation was very strained. So, here I am with Mr.- Borsalino-and over-powering-bad-cologne, and I can’t think of anything to say. As we walked, he was looking at his reflection in every store-window, It seemed like he was so in love with himself, is there room for anyone else. He kept admiring, and brushing his hat, so much , I was sorely tempted to grab it and step on it. In fact, he just spoke about himself the whole evening.
At least, now I know everything that you don’t want to know about buying ties, hats, and white-on-white shirts. Basically, he is a spoiled kid, who never worked a day in his life, who is very eager to recruit a Semgirl to work hard for Dovid Inc., so that he can be busy “keeping the world in existence” (barf, barf), or at least pretend to be.

Cyber Rape

Sorry, its been a while since my last post. I sort of got addicted to chatting, and one particular chatroom, so that might as well be the subject of tonite’s article. It can be a very fun place to surf to, however a few caveats are in order.
If you like to cyber-tease, and don’t mind all te stupid pickup lines at best, or the vulgar disgusting obscenities at worst, then go for it.

However, most of us really don’t appreciate it. Don’t get me wrong. I like to chat with guys. But, “ASL, are you a babe”, “Can I do you”, “Lets meet, sweet stuff”, “I can be discreet”, and other openers that I would rather not write here are examples of offensive first liners that really turn me off.

Reverting back to the theme in my last post, it amazes me to no end how so many allegedly Heimishe men can be married for ten years or more, have large families, and still don’t have a clue how to speak to women respectfully. This is very unfortunate, because Yiddishe ChatRoom and other such sites could be very enjoyable diversions, that help you de-stress and meet new friends. It’s a shame that some losers have decided to turn it into their own forum for what my friends have termed “CyberRape” or “HiTech Gangbang”.

My suggestion to any girls that have experienced this and found it offensive is, not to be intimidated, but rather tell the chatter on the other end that you do not appreciate being addressed in such an uncouth manner and find it very distasteful. If enough of us speak up, maybe they might just get a clue..